Chapter 750

Soon, Maeve followed the manager to the second-floor lounge. Along the way, unease prickled her as the greedy stares trailed after her. Inside, Liam sat by the pool table. The manager announced, "Mr. Larson, she's here." "Good." The air was thick with smoke, and the sharp scent of cigars was hanging in the room. Maeve held her breath as Liam set down his cigar. As his eyes swept over her from head to toe, he commented, "The dress is too big." "This is Ms. Swanson's gown. I'll have new ones made for Ms. Scott tomorrow." Swanson? Maeve racked her brain, trying to recall anyone in Laventon with the last name Swanson. Swanson... She vaguely remembered that in her previous life, Liam had married a woman with that surname. Could this "Ms. Swanson" be his future wife? She turned the thought over in her mind and soon realized that there hadn't been any news of Liam getting engaged in this life. It seemed that he and "Ms. Swanson" were still in the early stages of their relationship